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Cole
“Okay, but if I let you go to class, you’re having lunch with me.”
Those baby brown eyes harden. “No.”
“Di
She makes a face. “Not happening.”
Giving her my sexiest smile, I run a finger down her arm. “Dessert?”
Her nostrils flare. “Move.”
“Fine.” Leaning in, I whisper, “Go to class, Bible Thumper. But this is far from over.”
She mumbles something I don’t catch under her breath.
I wait until she’s halfway down the hall. “One more thing, Sawyer.”
She stops walking. I can practically see the anger rolling off her. “What?”
“You look beautiful today.”
Truth is she always looks beautiful, but I want everyone to hear me say it.
She quickly scurries inside a classroom.
Casey and Morgan exchange a glance as they pass me.
“Wow, someone’s whipped,” Morgan says.
“He’s only whipped because he made a bet with someone on the football team.” Casey looks at me. “As soon as he’s done with the fat pig, he’ll come crawling back.”
The fuck I will.
“Don’t hold your breath, you rancid cunt.”
Shooting me a dirty look, they both run off.
“Today went better than yesterday,” Oakley notes. “At this rate, you should have your girl back in say, ten to twenty years.” He slaps my shoulder. “Give or take.”
“I don’t know what else to do.”
I’ve already done everything I can think of. All the typical shit girls love.
To be honest, I really thought the Nick Jonas bullshit was go
“That’s because you’re not paying attention,” Oakley says as he starts walking down the hall.
He motions for me to join him. “Stop thinking about the three Ps and start listening to what your girl is saying.”
“What she’s saying is to leave her alone,” I bark. “And that’s not happening. Ever.”
“Relax, killer. What I meant is, what her heart is saying. Chicks have this weird way of telling you what they need without really telling you…you feel me?”
No. I fucking don’t. “How so?”
“When you snuck into her room. What was the last thing she said to you before you left?”
“She told me to go.”
He shakes his head. “Before that.”
“That I only wanted her back because of the bet.”
“And what did you say to that?”
“I told her it wasn’t true and I would fix it.”
“Do you really think you’ve done that so far?”
I glare at him. “Obviously not. But between the flowers, the candy—”
“Look, the solution to your problem is a very simple one, my friend.” Walking backward, he opens his arms wide. “You have to give her something real.”